Chapter 70

ALPHA ZADE

It explains the self-loathe I feel these days a lot.

My steps are slow and almost hesitant, like I want to elongate my doom. I don't even have to pay attention because my body naturally moves toward her like a fucking moth to a flame.

Need is burning through me as I walk in her direction, her scent wraps around me like a blanket.

Imaginary arms running down my back, I imagine them to be hers, tracing my naked skin while she makes those beautiful soft sounds.

The memory has blood rushing through my veins, all heading directly to my dick. I curse under my breath, picking up my speed.

Nothing is worse than rocking a semi in the middle of nowhere.

I hear a loud scream and it sounds like her.

Fuck.

I start running before it even registers in my head, my legs moving on their own. My wolf is howling in my head like crazy thinking she is hurt.

I am now considering those ghosts and how angry they must be. My father burned